I need you to pretend that we are in love again

..in my dreams, old bones resurface and build themselves up into shiny suits of love armor.
Then I wake up, and I remember.
Distorted. Truth.

Lies and fairytales, maybe someday it will be less tangible of a memory.
Maybe someday I’ll pick up the phone.

Summer nights II.

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